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The black wooly gelding trotted quietly through the knee high grass. The sun once glowing and golden in the sky had began it's decent into the far away hills. Pinks, oranges, and reds streaked the sky. Some of the yellows even melted in with the autumn leaves. It was almost like the clouds, sky, and forest branches filled with leaves were one for a brief moment. Then it disappeared taking with it the light of day. A quiet leave, is always followed by a soft entrance that is only noticed by th...